The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 170

Sophia threw her hands up in exasperation. "Wait, Alex! That's not what I-"

She never got the chance to finish. Almost on cue, the supervisor bustled back into the fray.

In a place like this-where VIPS clawed for dominance by tearing down their rivals' dignity—those without status had few options.

When elephants fi

ght, it's the grass that suffers.

Lacking any real authority, the staff had no choice but to bring in their highest- ranking official.

After all, if one has no sword, one must learn to dance in the shadows of those who do.

That official arrived in the form of a sharply dressed general manager, whose very presence could hush a room. Clearing his throat, he stepped forward with an air of cold efficiency.

"I'm the general manager," he announced, his voice cutting through the tension. "How may I be of assistance?" Jack practically shoved a finger in Alex's face.

"Emally! Listen up-we've got ourselves a freeloading loser over here," he snarled. "I want him kicked out immediately. I refuse to eat in the same room as this nobody."

The General manager arched an eyebrow. "Sir, that's highly unlikely. Our security is quite strict. We don't just let random folks wander in."

Jack brandished his favorite line like a weapon. "Clearly, you have no idea who you're dealing with. We're Gold VIPs. He's not! If you value your job, you'll do what we say. That's an order."

Florence, eyes glinting with contempt, added, "He's making us lose our appetite. Throw him out-now."

Arms folded, the general manager released a slow, measured sigh. "And which guest, specifically, do you want removed?"

Jack pointed again, as though Alex were some foul rodent. That guy. Right there." The general manager's calm facade hardened once he got a good look at Alex.

A thin, almost mocking smile tugged at his lips. "I see. Gentlemen, I'm afraid you're making a serious mistake."

Jack slammed his fist on the nearby table, rattling the water glasses. "What mistake? He doesn't have a Gold VIP card, does he?"

The General Manager remained composed. "No, he doesn't

"Exactly. So stop wasting time and do your

matter if you're Gold, Platinum, or the President himself. This man"-he inclined his head respectfully at Alex-“happens to

though someone had yanked the

jaw dropped so low it might've hit

looked like she'd swallowed a

casually observing, suddenly tensed

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though it came out

sharper. "Impossible! He's got no

wearing thin. "Believe me, folks, it's no joke. I'd strongly advise you to mind your

"I've rarely seen anyone so brazen as to pull these stunts in

this twist. "He must've swiped somebody else's money or...or... scammed it off one of his so-called 'friends,' right,

past him! He's always freeloading off women. He must've conned one for the cash to buy this

rolled his

is that I have the power to tell you

with anger. Sure, they were momentarily

turned accusing eyes on him, still desperate to assert some shred of

throat. "Mr. Alex, would

his head with a cool smile. "No, that's all right. Since they're paying customers-and apparently

sir," the general manager

“Look at him, acting so high and mighty. Typical free-loader behavior-trying

sneered. "No thanks, 'boss.' We're not beggars, we don't need your pity. And don't for a second think owning a restaurant makes you our equal." He swung an arm toward Charles. "In fact, my friend here is more accomplished than you'll

cleared

have no interest in

I'd rather pay my own tab than

"Hear that, Alex? Owning this place doesn't mean squat next to Charles. Born into a truly noble family. You? You're an

net worth to Charles's fortune, you don't even rate as a footnote. Count your blessings we still let you breathe the

was just lucky enough to be born in a good family."

said sweetly. Then she shot Alex a glare. "Meanwhile,

replied, "Feel free to enjoy your meal. Or leave if you can't stand it here. I have better things to

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